Post by Cy Skywalker on Mar 9, 2006 20:30:20 GMT -5
You can comment if you want.
This will be little snapshots, little scenes usually written as bipartially as possible, from my real life. A lot of it is copied from my hardcopy journal, the one in a book.
Alan Smithy is the name directors put on their movie when they don't want their real name on it.
3.7.06
I drove to Erica's (my brother's girlfriend's) house and then to Washington with some mild but definatly irritating problems, and mom and I went to the big antique store. I pulled at the wood door handle and discovered it was meant to be pushed.
I beelined to the books; there's a mass of stuff in there, treasures mixed with junk. I found a lizard-skin-bound dictionary and, perhaps more awesome, a teenage guy who could tell whether it was real lizard skin or not.
**
Austin (my brother) comes home from Erica's talking franticlly, crazyish. I think that is not what love does to you. Not to a mature 13 year old--is there such a thing? Maybe at that age you've gotta be either immature or overserious, but we thought we were so old.
**
Why are people so obsessed over love? It's at some times so nonexistant, at other times so expansive, and as it is going on, so undescribable.
**
At the antigue store I picked up a couple anthologies of SF and went through obscure comic books, and loved the "set" and newness, was alive, and was wishing for the extraordinary. I asked this lady about Star Wars stuff and she said there is this guy who always comes in and gets any of it. I was promptly mad at him and wanted to meet him. My hopes for getting something awesome this guy had missed was fading. Then mom starts talking to the lady at the counter, who used to work at the gallery with her, and she pulled somethng like a book out when I asked her. It was blueprints, '77 copies that came out in '83 *shriek!* So after much smiling cutely (*SNRK* Right...) mom gave them to me for my birthday. Woot! Stolen I have, from some obscure geek-man who hath his own collection of swag while I lack! Woo!
This will be little snapshots, little scenes usually written as bipartially as possible, from my real life. A lot of it is copied from my hardcopy journal, the one in a book.
Alan Smithy is the name directors put on their movie when they don't want their real name on it.
3.7.06
I drove to Erica's (my brother's girlfriend's) house and then to Washington with some mild but definatly irritating problems, and mom and I went to the big antique store. I pulled at the wood door handle and discovered it was meant to be pushed.
I beelined to the books; there's a mass of stuff in there, treasures mixed with junk. I found a lizard-skin-bound dictionary and, perhaps more awesome, a teenage guy who could tell whether it was real lizard skin or not.
**
Austin (my brother) comes home from Erica's talking franticlly, crazyish. I think that is not what love does to you. Not to a mature 13 year old--is there such a thing? Maybe at that age you've gotta be either immature or overserious, but we thought we were so old.
**
Why are people so obsessed over love? It's at some times so nonexistant, at other times so expansive, and as it is going on, so undescribable.
**
At the antigue store I picked up a couple anthologies of SF and went through obscure comic books, and loved the "set" and newness, was alive, and was wishing for the extraordinary. I asked this lady about Star Wars stuff and she said there is this guy who always comes in and gets any of it. I was promptly mad at him and wanted to meet him. My hopes for getting something awesome this guy had missed was fading. Then mom starts talking to the lady at the counter, who used to work at the gallery with her, and she pulled somethng like a book out when I asked her. It was blueprints, '77 copies that came out in '83 *shriek!* So after much smiling cutely (*SNRK* Right...) mom gave them to me for my birthday. Woot! Stolen I have, from some obscure geek-man who hath his own collection of swag while I lack! Woo!
Invader 
